Chapter 5 #2
He sighs and leans back, stroking his cock faster. But even still, his eyes don’t leave mine.
And I find myself standing by the door, my hand down my pants, touching myself as well.
He’s quite the pornographic vision, all spread out, the way his blush spreads evenly down his neck and chest. I can’t believe I’m jacking off to a man. Colton Cavanaugh of all people. But here I am.
And I like what I see.
“You could have me touching you,” he says, interrupting my thoughts.
“You wish.”
“You punishing me?”
“No, just making you wait for once in your goddamn life.”
He stops fisting his dick, and his lips purse. “I’ve waited a lot in my life. Just so you know.”
I don’t know. I know nothing about him except that his dick is uncut, he’s hot, and his family is shit.
I should probably try to learn a little bit more if we’re going to keep doing this. But at the same time, learning too much will lead to an emotional connection, one I’m not sure I want.
I don’t know if I want anything more than this with him.
I kick my pants off and stalk toward him, and he reaches out, pulling me against him before flipping us over, his body straddling mine with ease.
“There, that’s better.”
I laugh as his fingers link through mine, and he brings them over my head. I’m sprawled out underneath him, and yeah, I’m fucking ready for whatever he wants to do to me.
But instead of moving quickly, he just kisses me again, long strokes of his tongue, soft, eager moans. He drags it out, savoring it, relishing in the two of us together again.
“You like me above you?” he asks, his lips wet from my spit.
“No. I fucking hate it.”
He grins and then grinds against me, dragging his body against my hard dick. He knows that’s a lie.
We make out like horny teens, rocking our hips together, neither of us bothering to come up for air. We just keep going and going, our bodies working up a sweat, picking up from where we left off the other night. The night he got that phone call and told me to leave.
At the moment, he’s more than making up for it. He has me writhing beneath him, making me pant and reach out for something to ground me. My body is so wound up, my orgasm so fucking close. I feel like I’m floating and falling all at the same time.
“I could do this all night,” he murmurs into my mouth.
I grunt as he grinds his hips into mine.
“But it seems like you’re on the verge…”
“I’m—oh fuck,” I moan.
“You close?”
I nod, and he kisses me again, rolling us to the side, releasing my hands. I drag them across his back as he throws his leg over mine and reaches between us.
He strokes the two of us in his fist.
My eyes close, and I breathe him in, unable to stop my tongue from moving against his. I can feel his desperation, the way his breath hitches, the frantic way his hips move against mine as he shifts closer and closer to falling over the edge.
But of course, I fall first. I can’t help it.
An uncontrolled groan slips from me as my cum spills over the tip of him, and he uses it as lube to jack himself off. A moment later, his breath hitches, his legs tightening around me as he erupts. I watch his face, the way his eyelashes flutter, the way his cheeks darken.
The sounds he makes are disgustingly hot.
“Fuck, I needed that,” he says, nuzzling up against me and pressing his nose to mine.
His lips brush against my mouth, but he doesn’t kiss me. He just seems to be breathing me in. It’s oddly endearing.
Not that I like him.
I don’t even really know him.
But still, he brushes soft kisses across my cheeks and forehead before leaning back and grabbing his discarded shirt from the edge of the bed.
He wipes away the mess we made before tossing it onto the floor.
His arms wrap around me once more, and he maneuvers me onto his chest, my head resting right against his heart.
I can hear it thumping, loud and strong.
“I brought you something else.”
“Thought you just showed up for sex.”
He laughs at that and then tugs on my hair, pulling my head back and forcing me to look at him.
“No, I showed up to kiss you. I do like kissing you. You do filthy things with your tongue.”
My cheeks flush. “Same to you.”
He grins and then kisses me sloppily, all tongue and spit, before letting me rest against his chest once more. This is all so…domestic? Loving? Like we’re in a relationship. But I’m so tired and satiated that I don’t move. Don’t protest at all.
Seems to be a theme when we end up alone.
“Want your present now?” he asks, his hand massaging the back of my neck.
“Sure.”
He leans back and reaches for his bag. It’s too far away, so he flops onto the ground ungracefully and crawls toward it, reappearing at the edge of the bed with a wicked grin.
“Oops. Underestimated the distance.”
He sets a box beside me, and I sit up a little to open it.
And when I do, my breath leaves my body.
“Fuck off with this, Cavanaugh.”
“What? It’s a gift.”
“It’s three butt plugs and a bottle of ass lube.”
“And a gift card for a wax. You just need to call and set up a time. It’s already paid for.”
“I’m not waxing my ass for you.”
His lips quirk. “You will. You’ll do it because you want my tongue up inside of you. And when you realize how good that feels, you’ll be begging for my cock next.”
I stare down at the metal plugs and find myself exhaling loudly.
“We’ll see.”
“Oh, we will. And you’ll see I was right about this.”
I close the lid and slide it away, but he drags it toward him and flips it open.
“You wanna try one?”
I meet his stare.
“You show up after ghosting me, and now you want me to shove something up my ass?”
He shrugs. “I’ll go down on you while I do it.”
That makes my spent cock jerk. He’s offering to suck my dick. Fuck, how am I supposed to resist that?
“You saying you’ll suck my cock?”
“Yeah. Fair is fair.”
“You ever done that before?”
He shakes his head. “But neither had you, and you gave me the best fucking blow job I’ve ever had.”
My cheeks flame.
“I’m a natural.”
He grins at me and then stares at me for so long that I start squirming.
“So? What do you think?”
I want it. I really do, but I’m not ready. Though I don’t know if I was ever ready for Colton, and yet here I am, getting off with him as often as I can.
“How about just a blow job?” I shoot my shot.
His lips quirk. “Selfish.”
I shrug. “Take it or leave it.”
He contemplates it, makes me wait so long that I start to twitch, and then he flops back onto the bed, his eyes hitting the ceiling.
“What is that for?” I ask, feeling a slight rejection from him not immediately wanting to stick my dick in his mouth.
“Just thinking about what I want. How I want it, you know?”
“No, I don’t know. Usually, you just take it, and I don’t have a chance to object.”
He huffs and leans up, his hair falling over his forehead. “Yeah, right. I always give you a chance to say no, and you never do.”
“Because you’re choking me out while you’re asking me.”
He chuckles at that and then slithers toward me. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Witkoff. You want it so bad you can’t say anything to the contrary.”
I can’t contradict that either, so I snap my lips closed and watch him watch me.
Then he flips over and is on me, his legs and arms wrapped around my torso and thighs. I struggle slightly, letting him pull me into him, flipping me onto my side, and dragging me against him.
“What the fuck,” I murmur as he shifts us up the bed until he’s resting against the headboard, my back against his chest, his legs wrapped around mine.
“There. That’s better.”
“You could have just asked.”
“You would have fought me the entire way.”
I huff and feel his hands brush up my chest, his thumbs dragging across my hard nipples.
“Were you always this big? Or did you get this way by playing rugby?”
I shift slightly, getting comfortable, and his hands cup my pecs, squeezing them.
“Shot up almost a foot freshman year of high school. Got bigger each year. Guess my dad was like this. Or so my mom says.”
“You don’t know your dad?”
“He died when I was younger. I don’t remember him much.”
His hands slip down my chest and settle on my abdomen. “Ah, I see. My dad is dead, too. But I wish my stepdad was six feet under. My entire family, actually. That would be nice.”
“Shit.”
“It’s fine. I’m mostly kidding. Mostly not.”
I don’t know what that means and should probably ask, but then his hand touches my dick and I lose all my brain cells.
They evaporate. I’m left with just mush between my ears.
“Enough about family, though. It depresses me. Let’s talk about something else.”
“You brought it up.”
“I didn’t mean to. Let’s just focus on your cock. It’s the one thing we can agree on.”
He strokes me, and I arch my hips up, his lips falling to my neck, wet and soft. “There. That’s better. That’s safe.”
He nips at my ear as he continues to toy with me, and I let him. I don’t even move. I just sit there and let him stroke me into full-fledged hardness. Not that it’s difficult. I seem to have a thing for his fingers around my dick. I’m horny for it.
“Nothing about this is safe,” I finally manage to bite out.
He chuckles, his tongue sliding into my ear. “It’s not. This is a dangerous game, but it’s one I like playing.”
His hand leaves my dick, and he trails his fingers across my thighs, up my chest to my shoulders, and into my hair. He spends far too much time just mapping out the planes of my body. It’s weird, and oddly sensual.
I should be freaking out. Should stand up and tell him to fuck off, but I don’t. I just lean into him and let my head fall onto his shoulder, my eyelids fluttering shut.
I just experience it.
It’s been so long since someone touched me like this. Like he enjoys it. Like he could spend all day doing this and not grow tired.
“You sleeping?” he whispers, his lips sucking a mark onto my skin.
“No.”
“Relaxed then?” he asks, his finger swirling around my belly button and sliding through the trail of hair leading to my cock.
“Maybe.”